Learning to Walk, a City Hospital Novel (17 page)

Neil’s next noise was considerably more incoherent but no less satisfying. Matching it with one of his own, Kit bobbed his head up and down Neil’s length, sucking and licking and enjoying the hell out of himself. Neil tasted good, clean, and male, and hinting of the salt to come.

Looking up, Kit tried to see Neil’s face. It was hard to do, given the distraction in his mouth and the way his own hips kept shifting restlessly; he kept wanting to close his eyes and just go with the feelings until he exploded in a million tiny pieces. Neil seemed down with that plan, soft gasps and moans coming from him as his hips started shifting.

Kit worked Neil harder, using his hands along with his mouth as he tried to make Neil let go and give him everything, every last bit of his control.

“Oh God. Kit.”

Assuming that was good, Kit rolled Neil’s balls and lapped around the head of Neil’s cock, trying to catch his breath for a moment.

Neil’s hips bucked, pushing the hard cock deeper into his mouth again. Groaning, Kit let him in and swallowed around him, feeling the back of his throat getting battered.

“Oh! Oh!” Neil’s hands grabbed onto his head, and Neil bucked hard, just the once. Then Kit’s mouth was flooded with come.

Kit swallowed again, as much as he could, and licked up the rest. He was breathing hard, his hips twitching as he resisted the need to reach down and tug himself off. He kissed Neil’s hip and then his belly, savoring the moment.

“What was that exclamation you wanted me to make with food?”

“Uh, whoop. I wanted to get a whoop out of you.” Kit kissed him again, making his way back up. They hadn’t undressed at all, and Neil was just lying there, cock out. It was incredibly sexy.

“Well, then -- Whoop!”

Kit laughed. “Whoop, indeed.” He stretched out, mostly on top of Neil and laughed again. “I’m glad to know there’s something that’ll make you whoop.”

“I told you there was. I just don’t happen to find food nearly as whoop-worthy as, well, that.” Neil’s arms slid around him, holding onto him.

“Maybe there’s different levels of whoop?” Kit suggested with a grin.

Neil laughed. “You’re a nut. You know that, right?”

“Ah, but I’m your nut.” Kit kissed him. “Are you feeling more relaxed now?”

“I wasn’t uptight to start with, but yes, nothing melts bones better than sex.” Neil took a soft kiss. “What about you? I think you’re not relaxed at all.”

“Well, now that you mention it.” Kit shifted his weight. “I’m happy, though. But not relaxed.”

Neil shook his head. “I owe you one.”

“Are we keeping track? I can get us a little notebook,” Kit teased.

“That could be fun.”

“You know what else could be fun?”

Neil’s hands wandered slowly over him, warm through his clothes. “What?”

“Oh, that. You’re getting close.” Kit nodded encouragingly.

“I told you I owed you one. I won’t leave you... uh... hanging.”

“I know you won’t.” Kit wiggled. “But, please don’t forget it’s been months and months and months. Months, even.”

Neil’s lips twitched. “Are you telling me you’re going to go off like a firecracker?”

“Oh, yes.” Kit nodded seriously. “But I’ll be great for round two.”

“After supper. You need your energy.” Neil’s hands kept wandering, definitely heading southward as they did so.

“Oh, yes. After supper.” Kit’s eyes drifted closed. “Please,” he whispered. “Neil, please.”

“Please what?” Neil’s whisper slid across his cheek “This?” As he said the word, Neil’s hand rubbed against his cock.

“Yes.” Kit hissed the word out, his hips lifting. “Yes, that. Please.”

Neil’s hand turned, cupped him through his pants.

Kit kept his eyes closed and pushed up into Neil’s palm, soaking up the heat from his skin. “More?” Kit whispered.

“I let you set the pace before -- it’s my turn now.”

Kit whimpered. He couldn’t really do anything else. His capacity for rational thought was long gone, and all that was left came out as gasps and whimpers.

Neil managed to get a hand down into his pants so it was skin on skin. So hot.

“Nice,” Kit whispered. “So nice. Better.” Better than he’d imagined, better than he’d dared think about.

Neil got his free hand around Kit’s head and tugged him down into a kiss, hand tight and working him with long strokes. Kit moaned into the kiss, one of his hands holding onto the couch and the other grasping at whatever he could reach. His hips rose and fell, powered by abdominals he’d been working for months, and his sounds became more and more frantic as he neared orgasm.

Neil got a hold of his tongue and sucked hard on it. Kit curled up, his cock throbbing as he shot, his free hand keeping Neil to him as he jerked in his lover’s arms. Neil kept stroking him, pulling him through to the other side.

“Oh God. Oh God.” Kit was almost shaking as aftershocks rolled through him. “Kiss me,” he demanded, one hand on Neil’s face.

Neil was laughing as their mouths met. The words “so pushy” might have been swallowed up by his mouth.

Kit knew he was pushy and challenging and competitive. He also knew that Neil could match him, which was why it was so much fun. He kissed Neil again and whispered, “That was awesome. I can’t wait for after-dinner cuddling.”

Neil was still laughing, face easy and happy. “Let’s enjoy this cuddling first.”

“Oh, I am.” He totally was. He turned slightly to snuggle up. “I really am.” He kissed Neil again, almost purring.

“Was it worth the wait?” Neil asked softly, hand stroking him.

“Of course. I knew it would be. It’s you.”

Neil cupped his cheek and looked into his eyes. “Thank you, Kit.”

“Thank you,” Kit said, giving him another kiss. “For believing me when I said I want you.”

“I’m glad it hasn’t worn off.” Neil’s cheeks pinked. “I think it was already too late to guard my heart.”

“I’ll take very, very good care of it,” Kit promised.

“Thank you,” Neil said again, tugging him down for another kiss.

Kit went with it, happily. Supper could wait.

Chapter Twelve

Neil escorted Kit up his walk, admiring the way the man moved on his crutches. Kit was coming along great.

So was their relationship.

The other night had been... awesome. Two orgasms each. Tonight they’d gone to a dinner and a movie, and now he was bringing Kit home. He had to admit, he was hoping to be invited in, but was steeling himself in case he wasn’t.

“My dad’s car isn’t here,” Kit said as they made their way up the ramp. “Interesting.”

Neil chuckled. “Did you arrange for him to be gone when you got home?” He wouldn’t put it past Kit. The man was pushy. Not that Neil was really complaining.

“No, but I’m sure not complaining.” Kit grinned at him. “Coming in? Maybe he left a note.”

“I do have to make sure you get in okay.”

“Exactly.” Kit nodded at him and then winked. He got the door unlocked, and light from the kitchen spilled out as it opened. “At least he didn’t leave us in the dark. Come on in.”

Neil followed Kit in, admiring the man’s ass. Kit was very fit from all the working out he did, and it showed.

“Okay, here we go.” Kit tossed his keys on the counter and carefully made his way to the table. “Yep, a note.” He held it up. “We have the house until late. Why do I feel like I’m seventeen? At least he didn’t tell me to be good.”

“Did he leave condoms under the note?”

“No, damn him. We’ll have to actually go all the way to my bedroom for that.” Kit looked around. “One of these days I’m going to move, I promise. It won’t be like dating a high school student.”

Neil laughed. “I live alone,” he pointed out.

“You’re in college, clearly.” Kit grinned at him. “Want a drink? Or should we just sneak off to my room and be naughty?”

“Your room. See? Teenager, too.”

Kit leered. “I like it. Okay, come on. I’ll lead you down the hall with my sexy and seductive crutches.”

“You forget what I do for a living -- I happen to find the crutches very sexy and seductive. Puts a unique wiggle in your walk.” Not to mention, he was just pretty happy he’d been invited in for nooky.

“You just get turned on by the fact that I walk.” Kit laughed and started moving toward his room. “Of course, I do too, when I know you’re at the end of the walk. God, I hope I remembered to make my bed today.”

“I promise not to mock if you didn’t. I really just want to touch you, not inspect the linens.”

It might have been his imagination, but Kit seemed to hurry up.

Thankfully, the hall was short, and in mere moments Kit was turning on the light in his room and going in, saying, “It’s made. Let’s unmake it.”

Neil laughed. “Seems like you went to too much effort -- making it, worrying that you had -- considering we’re just going to mess it up.” A lot, he hoped.

“Welcome to me.” Kit grinned at him and leaned his crutches against the wall by his bed. He stood there, balanced and apparently strong, then gestured for Neil to come closer. “Really. Welcome to me. Come here so I can kiss you.”

“Should we get on the bed first?” He moved forward before Kit could answer, though.

“We’ll get there.” Kit slid his arms around Neil’s shoulders and kissed him, not at all shy about it. “Thank you for a great evening.”

Neil didn’t mention that he’d been worried about Kit and standing and kissing at the same time, or for any length of time; he didn’t want to kill the mood. “No, thank you for a great evening.” He kissed Kit back.

Kit curled his fingers in Neil’s hair, his knuckles rubbing at the back of Neil’s neck. “I thought it would get easier to sit next to you in public as time went on, but all I can think about it getting you alone.”

He grinned. “You’re just horny all the time.” He shifted from side to side, their cocks bumping together beneath their pants.

“It does seem that way.” Kit nodded seriously. “It’s just something you’re going to have to cope with, I’m afraid.”

“I think I might be able to manage.” He slid their lips together, tongue poking at Kit’s.

Kit let him in, his hand firm in Neil’s hair, tugging just a little bit. He swayed, rubbing them together and then broke away. “Down now would be good.”

Neil managed not to say “I told you so,” but he had to press their lips together in another kiss to keep from doing so. Then he wrapped his arms around Kit’s waist and kind of... pushed.

“Whoa!” Kit fell back, holding tight and pulling Neil with him. They landed on the bed, Neil on top, and Kit’s cry changed from an exclamation to a sound of approval. “Nice. Just where I want you.”

“Yeah, I thought so.” He wriggled happily, groaning at the resulting friction.

“Very, very nice. Getting nicer.” Kit’s hands went to Neil’s hips and guided him in a tight circle. “Oh, man.”

“We need to be more naked.” Neil was pretty sure about that. Not that this wasn’t nice, but naked would be better and less messy in the long run.

“You’re so smart.” Kit sounded genuinely pleased for the great suggestion, and his hands started tugging at Neil’s shirt instead of steering his hips. Leaning up, Neil helped, pulling the shirt up over his head before trying to get Kit’s removed without having to get up.

“Just... pants.” Kit curled up enough to lift his shoulders and drag his own shirt off, possibly tearing it in the process. “Neil. Pants.”

“Bossy.” Not that that was stopping him from tugging open Kit’s pants and dragging them down over his legs.

“And yours.” Kit helped with the pants as best he could, bending his knees and looking delighted when they did what his brain told them to. He reached for the nightstand, too, clearly looking for supplies.

Neil tossed the pants over his shoulder but gave up on being able to stay put while he got rid of the rest of his own clothes. He stood up and shimmied out of his jeans.

Kit looked at him with hungry eyes and reached one hand out to him. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”

He grinned. “Probably not, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Perfect to me.” Kit nodded and made a “come here” gesture with his hand. “Bring yourself here so I can feel and make sure.”

Neil laughed. God, Kit did make him happy. Like really. He climbed onto the bed, straddling Kit.

“Now.” Kit looked up at him quite seriously, despite the fact that his fingers were teasing up the inside of Neil’s thighs. “Do we need a plan or are we just going to go for it like usual?”

“I like the choice that includes going for it and then having a plan for doing it again.”

“Brilliant.” Kit’s fingers found Neil’s balls and rolled them from side to side. His eyes closed, and he groaned, the sound almost a gasp. Kit did it again, his other hand curling around Neil’s cock and tugging. “Say that again.”

“Huh?” What had he said? He couldn’t think when Kit did that.

“Perfect.” Kit chuckled and stroked him again.

He decided it didn’t matter and began moving, pushing into Kit’s hand. “More.”

Kit gave him more -- a little tighter, a little faster. “Like this?” His thumb pressed at the slit for a moment on the upstroke.

Neil made this incoherent noise that was an emphatic ‘yes, exactly like that.’

Thankfully, Kit seemed to get the point. He did it again, his other hand sliding under Neil’s balls and doing all manner of good feeling things. It was hard to separate them all, but Kit was rolling, squeezing, playing. Neil just went with it, these noises coming out of his mouth as he moved on top of Kit.

“That’s it,” Kit whispered. His hand squeezed a little more, spreading Neil’s own fluid around and making things slightly sticky.

Everything else kind of disappeared, and Neil only had a second to feel bad for not making Kit feel good, too. Then that thought disappeared, his balls beginning to tighten up.

“Come on, Neil.” Kit was still whispering at him. “I can see it in your face.” His hand sped up on Neil’s cock, just a little.

“Oh God! Kit!” His whole body froze as he came, pumping come over Kit’s hand.

Kit laughed, apparently delighted as he worked Neil through his orgasm. “God, you’re beautiful. Going to do it again for me?”

He blinked down at Kit and managed another “huh?” He was still a little fuzzy from the orgasm.